Piano play­ing struck a heart­felt chord

We all have dif­fer­ent mem­o­ries of friends and fam­ily who have died, such as their smiles and man­ner­isms, but I par­tic­u­larly re­mem­ber their hands. This was sud­denly brought home to me re­cently when my grand­son, who hates play­ing the piano when any­one is lis­ten­ing, kindly agreed to play for us. It was de­light­ful but I had a huge shock when I re­alised it was like look­ing at my fa­ther’s hands! He died in 1964 and had never met his grand­chil­dren or great-grand­chil­dren, but the happy mem­o­ries of his hands on the key­board were brought back vividly to me when his great-grand­son played. I was re­ally thrilled that my fa­ther’s hands had been in­her­ited three gen­er­a­tions later.